"Ow!!!"
Dao Yinping let out a scream, his face painfully contorted as he desperately clutched at his leg with trembling hands.
In just a second, blood soaked through his pants, streaming out from between his fingers.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
"Damn it!"
A group of henchmen exclaimed in shock and were about to rush forward when Jiang Yan fired four bullets without hesitation, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Each shot precisely aimed at the head and heart.
Blood spattered across both walls in an instant.
"Thump—"
"Thump—"
"..."
Watching his men get shot one by one and fall to the ground, Dao Yinping gritted his teeth against the agonizing pain and reached for a backpack with his blood-soaked hand.
Ye Qing had already used the backpack strap as a makeshift rope, pulling and twisting it to secure Dao Yinping's blood-soaked hands behind his back.
He then lifted his leg and struck a harsh kick into the crook of Dao Yinping's knee, causing him to kneel down on the spot.
